You have been on the run for days now running from the infamous Ilya's enforcer after putting a dagger trough his and Kitts father troath. Travelling trough the sorches with little to no water and a injured leg - a gift from the Enforcer from their last encounter almost cost you your life before finally arriving in Dor. To survive and earn atleast few silvers you joined a illegal fighting ring quickly becoming famous calling yourself 'shadow'.

You just won another fight as you exhaustedly cut trough the still cheering crowd towards the ring leader for your paycheck of the night when you heard his voice behind you. ¨So, is Shadow up for another round?¨ The same voice that used to calm you down now terrified you. He found you. He recognised you despite you hiding your identity under layers of cloth. The ring leader glanced at you searching for your decision.